Not Gonna Return

You speak as if you’re close to crying,
say I was cruel, unfair, untrying.
I never begged, I never kneeled,
I let your wounds remain unhealed.
You’ve calmed, forgiven, stopped the fight —
no sense in tearing through the night.
We set the table, pour the wine,
but who was wrong — there's no clear line.

You’re right, but I’m not gonna return,
I am tired
of holding on to this madness.
Maybe if I let the rage burn,
I could try
to wipe you out of my mind.
Love — we didn’t have enough,
maybe more —
we just ran out of patience.
You are free to go and just live.
That is all… I’m ending this anguish.

I know it’s mostly all my fault,
don’t want to argue, prove I’m right.
I’ll take the blame without revolt,
let’s try to part without a fight.
I’ll miss you when the nights are long,
fill empty hours with quiet chores.
I’ll feed my soul on nothing strong,
just silence echoing through doors.

And nevermore will I repeat
the same mistake that cut so deep —
my sadness now'll never cheat
a single smile the heart should keep.
I’ll stand aside from every chance
where love might bloom and break again —
for joy is followed, in its dance,
by sudden storms, by endless rain.

So no — I’m not gonna return,
I am tired
of holding on to this madness.
Maybe if I let the rage burn,
I can fade
beyond the egde of daylight.
Love — we didn’t have enough,
maybe more —
we just ran out of patience.
You are free to go and just live.
That is all… I’m ending this anguish.